Retreating from the World

Some days,
When things get too much,
She retreats.

She just sleeps
And she eats.
And she hides.

She doesn’t emerge,
For days at a time,
Until she feels well enough
To say
‘I am fine.’

Of course,
She’s not fine,
No, she’s not fine at all;
But she’s more fine
Than she was,
That she’s out
Says it all..

Because when it’s too much
She retreats into her shell,
And she only comes out
When she’s slightly more well.